PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall
“Mother, what are these?” Ann asked.
“I’m not sure, Dear. We could ask someone.”
“Well, I guess they could be candle holders. Look at this orange one. What would you put in that shell thing on top?” Ann reached up to trace her finger over the curve, fascinated by the texture, when the top piece suddenly came loose. Ann captured it before it fell.
Mother grasped the rocking pillar, gasping as she looked into the hollow piece.
A white-faced curator arrived, taking the pillar. “What are you doing? Oh, my! What have you done!”